Chapter 216 Demon King and Demon King and Demon King
"Professor Quirrell?"
Elena curled her lips slightly in disgust, not intending to express too many opinions.
Although the final reward was given to a noseless monster, which made the girl feel a little uncomfortable, considering that this part of the reward mainly came from Dumbledore's personal savings.
So if you think about it carefully, let's count it as the life money or burial expenses paid by Dumbledore to His Highness the Second Demon King - although, if everything goes according to the original plan, the greatest possibility of this gold Galleons is to be added to
Include the items dropped by the BOSS at the end of the year.
As for how much fright the fourth grade students got from the back of Quirrell's head, Elena has no interest in understanding such boring questions with little details. After all, even the Weasley twins who are seeking death are using
After Snowball smeared the back of Professor Quirrell's head, didn't he live peacefully until the finale and then be liquidated?
"Let's not discuss what happened in the fourth grade. How are Hagrid and everyone doing now after accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms?"
Elena shook her head, casually took a few gold and red cushions from the bed and stuffed them behind her, hugged her two bare feet and sat cross-legged on the pillow, leaning her upper body against the crimson flannel curtain.
He asked with a concerned look on his face.
It has to be said that Elena has always felt that the soft beds in Hogwarts Castle seem to be cast with a kind of magic that makes people lazy. As long as they lie on them, people will soon be lulled into a peaceful sleep.
Wrap your whole body and become lazy.
Facing Elena's white feet that were almost in front of her eyes, Hermione, who had originally planned to huddle under the quilt, raised her eyebrows. The expression on her face wandered between anger and confusion, and finally sighed helplessly.
With a breath, he also got out of the warm quilt, followed the same example and crossed his legs and leaned next to Elena.
"What else can we do? Since then, everyone has been prohibited from approaching the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. Moreover, Mr. Hagrid's temper has become nervous and sensitive. Even though we have trained hard every day, we have never entered again.
The first two rounds of dining sequences. However, after all, I can’t take everyone beyond the senior year..."
Speaking of what she had experienced these days, Hermione's eyes flashed with helplessness and she bit her lip hard.
In fact, in order to find a way to win every day, she had almost quarreled with all the little wizards, including Hannah, more than once. However, when she was still in last place after putting in the corresponding efforts, almost everyone would
The finger of resentment was directed at Hermione, who acted as a cold-faced coach, intentionally or unintentionally isolating the girl from the crowd.
Whether it's eating or training, whenever little Hermione musters up the courage to reconcile with everyone, most people will suppress their smiles and avoid her sight in twos and threes, as if they are avoiding her.
Like some kind of terrible plague.
The only reason that allows Hermione Granger to sleep peacefully every day these days and not be defeated by this terrible isolation is that Elena, who only exists in the professors' answers, will soon recover and return to school.
"This is normal. After all, everyone's physical fitness is indeed not as good as that of the senior students. Even I..."
Because the lights in the dormitory were already turned off, Elena didn't notice the little emotion on Hermione's face. She shrugged and patted the little beaver who sounded a little depressed. She was about to enlighten the girl with a few words when she suddenly felt
He felt a soft body bump into his arms from the side.
"Elena, why did you come back? I... miss you so much..."
Hermione buried her head in the silver hair on Elena's shoulder, sobbed softly, tightly wrapped her hands around the white-haired dumpling in front of her, and couldn't help but pour out all the grievances she had felt over the past week.
"Uh, gu...cold, calm down. Relax, relax a little."
Elena's eyes bulged when she was suddenly attacked, and with some difficulty she patted the little beaver who was lying on her body and locked her neck with her hands. For the first time, she realized that Hermione seemed to be stronger than Hannah.
Some - in fact, this is not surprising, after all, Hermione, who was born in September 1979, is almost a full year older than Elena.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Following Elena's voice, Hermione subconsciously hugged her a little tighter, as if Elena would slip away from her if she wasn't careful.
"Let, let go... I can't breathe, I'm so generous..."
Elena originally thought that after she saw Hermione again, the two of them would have endless things to talk about.
It's a pity that she only guessed the beginning of the story, not the end. Elena, who had mastered the magic text of the power of the ancient bull, never thought that she would almost miss it on the first night after returning to Hogwarts.
Being hugged to death by a little beaver.
After crying hard, Hermione, who had successfully vented her anger, relaxed all over. She was like an octopus, dazedly hanging on Elena's body, her head buried in the girl's silver-white body.
From time to time, he rubbed his hair and murmured like he was dreaming.
Elena, who finally broke free, felt a strong sense of exhaustion all over her body. She lowered her head and looked at little Hermione, whose face was red. She didn't know whether she was pretending to sleep or really sleeping. She couldn't help but yawned a few times.
.
"Forget it, then...just go to sleep..."
Speaking of which, she did sometimes overlook that compared to her, who had been beaten up by society several times, these little wizards in Hogwarts Castle were just a group of little ones who were more sensitive than everyone in the orphanage.
Just children.
Elena gently hugged Hermione's little Luoli who was tired of crying, and pulled up the quilt. The two of them cuddled tightly together like two little beasts and fell into a deep sleep.
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And the other side.
In the small bedroom on the second floor of the principal's office.
"Albus, are you kidding? That's what you're talking about, a little trouble?!"
Gellert Grindelwald stared at the old wizard in front of him in disbelief, took a deep breath, and tried hard to resist the urge to smash the pillow in his hand into the old man's face.
"Is there anything crazier than hiring a wizard who is very likely to be controlled by Voldemort using the Imperius Curse or directly possessed as a professor? I am here to recuperate and be a teacher, not to be your thug and
The jailer’s!”
Just now, after signing a one-year short-term employment contract, Dumbledore, with a relaxed tone as if Christmas had come early, told Grindelwald some work considerations that he might encounter in the next year.
matter.
Of course, this naturally includes the hope that Grindelwald will not reveal the weirdness of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor named Quirinus Quirrell for the time being, and if possible, try to protect the students from
He was harmed by the wizard's magic - although according to Dumbledore, he had already taken some protective and countermeasures.
"Relax, Gellert. The hearing at the portrait door downstairs is sometimes quite good."
Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand gently, releasing a magic barrier to cover the two of them. He said somewhat helplessly, "According to my observation, Voldemort should have lost most of his magic power. He just has a very strange...
The form exists in Quirrell. Different from ghosts and normal human souls, he seems to have gone further than all of us in terms of immortality."
"So what you mean is that you want to capture him and study the mysteries carefully? If you are worried about the problem of insufficient lifespan, I think both Nick Flamel and Paracelsus will be happy to help.
Just a little help for you."
Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. It was obvious that he had no interest in the so-called immortality in Dumbledore's mouth. Both he and Dumbledore knew the price of forcibly extending life from the hands of death.
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"No, I just want to entrust you to take care of a small thing when necessary."
Dumbledore blinked and smiled gently, "Actually, to be precise, you only need to sit there once in a while to ensure fairness. Of course, before that, you
It’s best not to appear too dominant.”
"Take a seat? Fairness?" Grindelwald tilted his head for no apparent reason.
"Well, it's just an interesting little level."
Dumbledore nodded seriously, "I plan to pass some small tests to verify some of my ideas. Or, if you are really bored, you can also participate together. Of course, it is best to treat Cass
Miss Lana keeps it a secret, otherwise the situation will be too complicated."